taking pause

i find myself

not finishing things.

the crossword puzzle,

hardly done,

the paper set down,

beside a pen.

a drink poured out,

while

a half meal 

gets swept into the bin.

i start to read,

reread,

but that too

i push aside,

not interested in fiction,

or truth,

the movie, gets turned off.

i feel like

i've seen too much 

of the same things,

repetition has caused me

to hit pause,

or perhaps, 

just give up,

and so it is with love,

again.